A Brief Interruption

Pardon the interruption. I’ve got that whole five part series on my response to some comments going on. Truthfully, I’m having a hard time articulating the third part of my, “Am I Truly Happy?” post and I really don’t want to post Parts 1 & 2 until the third part is done.

I’ve also been a little busy. I apologize for the infrequency of my posts anymore. I used to be very consistent. A post a day, or a post almost every day. Now I’m good if I have a three or four day run. Honestly, I spend a lot of time talking to the mobster. I spend a good 8-9 hours at work Monday-Friday. I’m taking Picasso to school in the mornings because Rock Star is taking CTE classes for nursing at the high school right up the road from us in the morning. She returns to her regular high school around 10 am so that leaves Picasso with the option of a bus that arrives at 6:45 am and takes almost an hour to get him to his school, or me taking him.

I figured since I gave her a ride I could do the same for my son.

I don’t remember if I mentioned it or not but Rock Star is one of the captains on the cheerleading team. They just had Senior Night so I got to walk my daughter across the field before the game.

She was a little sad because her bio was so short. She couldn’t list her accomplishments at her previous high school so she only had what she did last year. But aside from that she was pretty happy. The senior cheerleaders all got to wear cute little tiaras and sashes and the rest of the cheerleaders had a little pom pom bridge for us to go under. It was cute and I very much enjoyed being able to be there with her. She asked my mom if she wanted to walk with her as well and then the day of, her cousin, Queen B, showed up and she said she could walk with us as well. So she had three strong, beautiful, confident women walking across the field with her. She wasn’t alone.

There was a bit of drama surrounding that and I was freaking out. Basically, my job as a float means that I can be called in last minute to close for someone. I had originally asked her if there were any dates she needed me to take off and was told no. When she told me about Senior Night I was a little nervous, hoping I didn’t get scheduled to work somewhere until 7:15. I calmed down once I realized I already had my schedule and I was working until 5:15. Yes!

No! I get a text the day before letting me know that I was going to have to close. Since it was a Friday I would be there until 6:15. Shit! The text Rock Star had forwarded to me said that parents were to meet by 6:30 and she told me they were walking out at 6:40. Shit! Shit!

I was bummed. It was going to be very tight and I didn’t want this to turn into another Prom Night where I missed everything. She couldn’t come see me beforehand this time.

The mobster told me to text my boss back and tell her I couldn’t do it. I told him that wasn’t a possibility; this was part of my job. He thought I was crazy and asked me what I had to lose?

The following morning I have my clothes in my bag, make-up in my purse, ready to roll. I knew who I was closing with and was prepared to tell her we needed to hustle that night. As I walked in my manager asked me if I had received her text. I told her that I had and then told her I was going to be hustling to get out of there because it was Senior Night and I was supposed to walk my daughter across the field. She was like, “Oh no!” and preceded to tell me I was closing with C and she was really good. A minute or two later she tells me, “I can see if B will close. He doesn’t come in until 1. He’s got a short day today.” Hallelujah!

B agreed to close for me and I even got to shut down 5 minutes early. I left to go to the game by 6 and was there with 10-15 minutes to spare! I’m sure Rock Star couldn’t believe it because I am notoriously late for everything.

I later texted the mobster and told him he was the smartest man alive. My mood lifted considerably once I knew I was going to be able to make it to walk with Rock Star. She would have been devastated if I was a no show, no matter the cause. Honestly? I didn’t even tell her that I was scheduled to close.

Speaking of cheerleading, she received an email from the competitive cheer team that is close by. Her high school does cheer camps with them in the summer so that’s how they came to know her. They had asked her to join back in August and I really thought she was going to do it but at the last minute she decided not to. She wanted to do track in the spring and she said the spot they had open was for a back and she didn’t want to be a back. She likes to base. Fast forward to last week.

They once again send her an email letting her know there is a spot available for her and this time it’s for a base. Her high school cheer coach is good friends with the coaches and her son goes there. I think she’s been encouraging Rock Star to do it as well. Rock Star reluctantly went to a practice and watched. The up side was she got to hold the coach’s absolutely adorable Yorkie/Pomeranian mix. OMG! I need one of those little dogs!

Anyway, long story short she decided to do it. She’s now in competitive cheer as a freaking senior. It’s expensive but I figure that just pads my expenses when it comes time for spousal support. Plus, it gives her a better shot at making the cheerleading team when she goes to college.

Speaking of college… my baby got her first acceptance letter! Her dream school is back in XX state, 1500 miles away. I am so happy for her because this is what she wants so much. I’m not going to lie. It’s going to be tough not seeing her every day. I will only see her a few times a year- Thanksgiving, Christmas, Spring Break and summer. Like a friend of mine said, I’m more excited and focused on her future than I am on my own sadness.

That’s what we’re supposed to do as parents, right? Raise them up and then let them spread their wings and fly? I don’t think about it often but just now, writing that, I thought about how I should be celebrating this milestone with her father. We should be celebrating her accomplishments together. I’m fairly certain he would have shown up for that at least.

Then I quickly think, “Nothing to mourn really. He wasn’t there that much. I raised these kids on my own. He financially supported us but that’s about all.” And then I think to June when she graduates and the fact that it won’t be her dad there, but the mobster. Because he’s awesome like that.

In a similar vein, had our trial not been delayed I would be getting a divorce in two days. If my lawyer hadn’t had to ask for a continuance I’d be long divorced by now. Well, okay, I would have been divorced for a few months now.

My mom is off to spend a few weeks with friends. It’s just me, the kids, and the dogs now. I’m sure she’ll have a great time.

Speaking of my mother, she was engaged in a pissing match with some very nice band booster parents from another local high school. She was outraged, outraged I tell you, at the idea of having to pay two whole dollars for parking in the lots closest to the school! I thought she was going to call them cocksuckers to their faces!

“I’ve never heard of such a thing as paying to park at a high school game!”

“Mom!”

“Well, I haven’t! This is outrageous! Damn #### people. Think they’re better than all of us!”

“Mother!” Turning to the booster club parent. “I am so sorry!”

“I’m just saying….”

“Don’t you even say it!”

As we drive away….

“Cocksuckers!”

 

7 thoughts on “A Brief Interruption

    1. ifonlymommy, YOU are an inspiration to me. You’re always so sweet and cheerful and such a determined, caring mom. I really don’t know what kind of a mom I would have been if I’d been going through this when my kids were young.

      It’s taken me a long time to get here. The first year was mostly okay. The second year was mostly hell. I’m finally getting back to normal.

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  1. Congratulations on doing the Senior walk with her. I LOVED THAT! My daughter was so happy to be able to do her walk as a senior last year after all the time and effort cheer consumes. She had the biggest grin on her face the whole time, It was all I wanted for my kid to be recognized for the 4 years and 8 “seasons” of toil, bruised (x1) and broken (x1) coccyx, and concussion She originally didn’t want to do college cheer but all the sororities (she pledged and is in one) at her big southeastern US school all have cheer squads for a philanthropy event and she’s on the fence to try out next fall. High schools charging for parking WTH. Lame.

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    1. Thanks. I think she had a good time. She’s gone from saying she’s not going to do basketball cheer to talking about how things are going to be during basketball season so I guess that’s good. It will never be the same as if she didn’t have to transition midway through high school but I guess you try to find the good.

      The parking fee was a way to help the band. There is free parking; it’s just further away. This was right up next to the school. As I pointed out to my mom the other night we technically charge for parking as well. You can buy a parking pass for God only knows how much (probably somewhere between $10-$25) and park in the parking lot right by the football stadium. Otherwise, you better get there early to park across the street or end up parking several blocks over.

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